Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

[from here]

Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.

This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.

Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?

[Rita and Goku]

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[diamondstorm]

The females assented easily, and Badou agreed after a remark. Renamon smiled further at him. "Sadly, no. I'm explain when we get below. If you would all touch me for a moment," the Digimon said with no prelude. "And Leanne? Here's your warning."

Once all had reaching to touch a part of her, Renamon slid the ring out of the other breast pocket, the red gem shining for a moment. "...Brace yourselves," she added, with a moment of kindness instead of ill-humor. Thrusting her hand against the wall she had been leaning again, the gem broke, and the world fell out from under them.

[teleporting to here]